After reading my write yesterday I got an e-mail from a regular reader. And suprisingly from someone that I don’t know, or at least I am not aware if I know this person. I didn’t recognize the name but that really doesn’t mean anything since there are so many anonymouses out there, and those using pseudo names.  But nontheless I was delighted. And the request was even more of a surprise. 

The e-mailer, a man, sent this note to his girlfriend hoping that she would loan herself for his little project.  He told me that the note said, “If I buy one, can we make it together? I need you to contribute obviously LOL.” And attached to that e-mail note was this link:

Clone A Willy & Make Your Own Dildo- Low Price Guarantee
holisticwisdom.com/article_sex…

Haha! I thought that his note was so cute, and so did the recipient, his girlfriend.  She agreed to participate in his little project, however, her one caveat was that he get me to write about it.  Now how could I refuse some fun for this couple?  And really…doesn’t this seem like something I might post? 

If you haven’t clicked on the link yet, you’re in for a treat. This company not only sells kits to clone your man, as mentioned above, but as my loyal reader suggested to his love, he would like her to contribute her little love nest too. Yes, you too can have a clone of your favorite ‘lil pussy!…just the outer labia lips only – Unlike your honey, who can use her dildo, the perfect replica of her pussy is not penetrable. Sorry guys; this is for your lusting eyes only.

The Details: The materials are 100% natural and non toxic. And, they come in a variety of colors: white & brown skin tones, chocolate, (warning: If you’re too hot it will melt in your mouth…or um…other places) & glow in the dark. (If you wake up and want some, and your man’s gone, you’ll have no trouble finding it). Yes, even the smallest anatomical details like veins and ridges in your flesh will be reproduced (!) And for all of those women out there who like a little motion, yes you can add a vibrating device. Is this a hoot or wha’at? And hey, if Oprah endorsed it, how can you go wrong? 

I only have one question:  Can you clone my asshole too? :) (Did I just say that?)

Time to get off of mine and get outta here….

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Sunday Morning:

I woke up and my only desire was to stay in bed and continue to sleep. I had trouble sleeping all night. And random dreams roamed through my brain morphing every few minutes into another strangeness…

…I wanted to adopt 4 dogs. I was worried about them as the owner would let them sleep on the hood as he drove around town…each one slowly slipping off the hood only to land in the street perfectly fine in a sitting position. I hugged each one, two reminding me of dogs that lived in my heart many years ago….

…I was walking down a bright staircase. I turned the corner only to find another stairway that lead down to a dark room. At the top of the stair, I turned on the light which only dimly lit up the room below. A person in a white space suit covered from head to toe was walking around unconscious of my presence. I felt scared. I didn’t want to be discovered. I turned slowly around to walk back up. My steps were uncertain. I felt as if I was moving in slow motion. I wanted to avoid any confrontation…

However, then I woke up, wishing I had confronted this person. So, I decided to fall back to sleep and see if I could continue this dream. The dream continued, but not as I wished….

…I was ‘working a party’ whatever that means…but I knew that I needed to get there so I rolled up my sleeping bag and wandered into this strange house that was perfectly set up with everything one could desire. So many different rooms…small rooms…with sounds of voices but on one could be seen. I felt as if I was intruding.  It was clear to me that this house was some sort of commune. It was not necessarily my ‘style’ but it was warm and inviting and for some reason had 3 of everything.  I wanted to stay there….I wanted to be part of whatever was going on here…

….My arm…part of the reason I am having trouble sleeping, worked perfectly. I could swing my arm above my head and there was no resistance. Freedom at last. This made me happy.

So there you have it. A peek into ‘a morning in the life of…’Maybe not what you expected to read on my blog but it is all I am capable of this morning.  No time to analyze…my stomach is growling and my mind is fuzzy.

Dare to share a personal peek in your life?  Blog me.

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Yesterday was National Pot Smokers Day.  Did you know? I’m sure there are at least a few of my readers that are ‘pot smokin’ hippie freaks’. And I say that tongue ‘n cheeky, with respect.  So…were you all out late tokin’ it up big or just takin’ a few puffs and layin’ low? 

And why on yesterday,  4/20 was it decided that this would be the day to celebrate ‘getting high’? I’ll tell you why. Leave it up to marinites (Those are the peeps that live Marin County), to come up with a code, aptly named ’420′ to signify that it was time to get high.  

According to the editor of High Times, Steven Hager, the term “420″ originated at San Rafael High School, in 1971, among a group of about a dozen pot-smoking students who called themselves the Waldos. The term was shorthand for the time of day the group would meet, at the campus statue of Louis Pasteur, to smoke pot. Intent on developing their own discreet language, they made 420 a code for a time to get high, and its use spread among members of an entire generation through various vehicles like the music of Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead. Other versions say 420 originated from a police dispatch code that identified pot smokers or that 420 was the number of chemical compounds that are found in pot.

However this day came about, it has raised some other questions and discussions. Many have been saying for years that marijuana should be legalized. And now with the way the economy is people are thinking outside the box and getting creative with the ‘green’….meaning, “Can the green bring in some green?”

Recently in California, San Francisco lawmaker, Tom Ammiano, introduced a bill to tax and regulate marijuana like alcohol. “With the state in the midst of an historic economic crisis, the move towards regulating and taxing marijuana is simply common sense,” Ammiano told reporters. “This legislation would generate much needed revenue for the state, restrict access to only those over 21, end the environmental damage to our public lands from illicit crops, and improve public safety by redirecting law enforcement efforts to more serious crimes. California has the opportunity to be the first state in the nation to enact a smart, responsible public policy for the control and regulation of marijuana.”

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I woke up stranded this morning….at Tiffany…yes my fave jewelry store. You know the one. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as lucky as Holly Golightly.  No, I wasn’t strolling by in the early morning, decked out in pearls and a ‘LBD’ (That’s ‘little black dress’ for those of you not in the know :), enjoying my breakfast, after a wonderful night of partying.  

No, in fact, I wasn’t strolling at all; I was literally stranded. And not outside of Tiffany, but inside. Oh, but this could be good; the ‘jewels’ are inside! So it seems they locked the doors and I was left inside.  Impossible? Well, yes, in real life. But dream life…anything is possible. And yes, this was definitely a dream. 

My biggest worry was that I was in a very short and tiny sleep slip with no underwear. (TMI? Sorry.) And bending over without flashing my ‘jewel’, was going to be a problem. But why did I need to bend over? Who knows…it was a dream and you know how strange dreams can be. Unfortunately, I wasn’t stranded where the jewels were – darn. No, it felt like I was the jewel, because I was locked up in some huge safe with an elevator like door. It was completely empty except for me and my girlfriend, also in a short and tiny slip.  And in real life, she happens to actually work at Tiffany. No kidding. 

Oh it gets even weirder. Girls, you relate to me about this. You know how when you go clothes shopping and the lights in the dressing rooms are just a nightmare? The hideous florescent lighting shows every bump and bulge that you don’t see when you look down at yourself, and you never seem to see in your own mirror at home?  Ugh, I just hate that about shopping.  Well…somehow this room had that effect and instead of seeing yourself in a mirror staring at all of your bumps, bulges and that ugly ‘c’ word, you got to view it on your actual body in the form of ‘white lines’ enhancing all of those wonderful areas.  White lines saying ‘Look! See!’   Needless to say, my girlfriend looked ‘striped’ on her thighs and other areas on her body…and yes so did I. It was not a pretty sight. Oh…the ‘jewels’ were flawed. :)

Okay, so we went to a party last night at ‘The Factory’, a tribute to Warhol’s ‘factory’ in NY, thrown by Amoeba Music to showcase local artists.  I wore my original Emelio Pucci pants and the wild colors in the black light room came alive on my thighs. I take it, that this image was subconsciously thrown into my dream and was the influence of the ‘white lines’. Yeah, that’s it. Because really, I can’t look that bad. And if you want to get into the psyche of it all….I really don’t have a bad self image. So what’s the deal? 

The last thing I remember was being rescued from Tiffany. I did bend over. Why? I really don’t know, but fortunately, those unsightly ‘white lines’ disappeared.  And, did I get a glimpse of the gorgeous jewels? Ha! – someone did! :) But me? No. However,  I did wake up this morning with a smile on my face.  But sadly, not a pearl or rock in sight. 

Oh…what does it all mean? Who cares. I don’t. But hey, if someone out there wants to analyze my dream – go for it. But I will say one thing: Girls: We are all precious jewels! :) 

It is a beautiful day – the rain has passed and I am just delighted. I’m also done. Enjoy the weekend!

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I needed to unwind last night, cut loose…get my ya ya’s out in the form of dance. I love to dance and it has been awhile since I have. Ever since my girlfriend and I have gone dancing with our men (we always have so much fun), she has been inviting me to go with her to her Wednesday evening dance class. She knows how much I love to dance and thought I would love this atmosphere.  So last night I decided to join her and another good friend.

I was so looking forward to great music and a cool space to just get down and dirty. 

When I arrived, I paid my 10 bucks and entered this candlelit room, which is actually a fellowship hall for a spiritual congregation.  It was a good size space with a cool vibe and I was excited to be there. I met with my two friends who introduced me to a few others.  We chit chatted for a few minutes until the music began to play and everyone started warming up. 

My body was stiff – I hate to admit it, but I can’t remember the last time that I did my yoga, let alone any type of stretching.  It felt good. 

Three songs later everyone was up and dancing and I was still on the floor. Why? Well, to be perfectly honest, I was not inspired to get off of the floor. The music so far was not my kind of music. My girlfriend had warned me that the regular person spinning the tunes was not there for a few weeks and that this person had a bit of a different take on music. Uh…ya got that right. 

Let me just say that I am one who loves music but I am not one that needs to listen to it all of the time. I don’t like having music on just for the sake of having it in the background.  Music needs to do something for me to appreciate it.

For instance, when I go to the Symphony, I love the way the music moves me, the feeling that I get as it enters my body and my mind. I could just close my eyes and lose myself in it and be perfectly happy. It is an orgasm of the mind. Of course, not every symphony has that effect on me. It may just bring out the joy in me or the child in me depending on what I am hearing and what the music evokes in me. 

But, when I go dancing, I want the music to hit me so hard, to inspire me so much…that I can’t contain myself and I must  get off my feet.  I want to feel the beat, the pulse of the music enter my body…to move me in a tribal way…I know it sounds cliché, but I want to be one with the music. I want to feel as if the music is making love to me. And when the music is right, I can make love for hours. It is truly a sensuous, and yet very primitive dance between me and the song.  A good dance partner can inspire me even more so, but at times it matters not whether I am dancing with someone or not. My relationship is with the beat of the music. And like making love with the one you are in love with,  and you lose yourself in the act, I too can lose myself in the music. Now…that to me is dancing. 

This class was not that for me, unfortunately. The music didn’t necessarily have a beat to connect with. It was Greatful Dead’ish in slow mo, if you know what I mean. Movements were very animated, and very playful for some. Others floated around the room in their own world, and some just rolled around on the floor.  No judgment, it just was what it was.  

I believe this class is for people who want to connect with their bodies and emotions through music, which is fine. However, I am not one who needs music to connect me to my body. I am very connected to it.  I did this type of dance many years ago when I was seeking to connect with myself. I did this mostly in workshops that were of the ‘self help’ kind, and I totally got that this was probably what this class was about for some.

Minutes later when I finally picked myself up off the floor and became a wall flower for the first time in my life :), my instinct was confirmed. A woman walked over to me and said, ‘I know this is a bit weird, being this is your first time, but we try to keep moving even when we are standing.’ I smiled and said, ‘Oh this is not weird (and I thought, I go to Burning Man – this is mild!), I am just not inspired by the music yet.’ Her reply was, ‘Oh, well in spite of not being inspired, you must dance to what does not move you.’….or something like that. And she walked away. Oh Okay. And I thought, ‘I came here to dance my ass off, I paid my 10 bucks, the music isn’t inspiring me, and now I have someone telling me that I must move and dance to music that doesn’t move me.’ 

Being the open-minded person that I am, and since I was already there, I decided to take her advice. Fortunately, the next song did inspire me…well sort of. I floated around the room for the next 2 or 3 songs hoping that the music and I would at least start dating.  We did for a song or two but I knew the relationship wouldn’t last. The chemistry was not there.  We never did make love.

I said my goodbyes and walked away relieved that I was out of this uninspiring relationship. And yet I was smiling knowing that true love was always around the corner just waiting for me…and I knew exactly where to go. 

Readers:  What is your relationship with music like? Are you making love or just dancing through the motions?  Blog me. 

I have read all of your comments this morning and I will reserve my thoughts till tomorrow. Until then…

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